The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1887-06-27
SOME REFLECTIONS IN COURT.
Why William Nye Would Not Be Jake
Sharp, with All His Millions.

From the NeU York World
Thrift In moderation is good thing.
When the Duke of Edinburgh, while at
| school, used to cut the autographs from the
letters sent him by his royal mother and sell
| them to his companions. and even encour-
aged Victoria to write often and wrote let
tiers to her full of questions, demanding an
immediate answer, and sought in every way
to draw her out in order to multiply her
signatures, it was good specimen of Eng
lish thrift. 1t showed that the time may
come when the British throne will have to
be nailed down.
American thrift manifests itself in various
| ways and is greeted with various degrees of
applause, according to the customs of the
locality where it breaks out. In a new coun-
try the rise and fall of the thrifty American
horse thief and claim-jumper are sudden
Thrift there is readily recognized and re-
warded, for more than one man has broken
his own neck by the weight of his overshoes
and tried to kick pieces out of the sky as he
madly reached out for something to stand
on--but that is one of the curses of poverty
A man who does not care to dabble in flea
bitten bronchos and wildcat claims may
enter the market for the purchase of Alder
men, and it will take three weeks and S25,-
700 to get jury to try him.
But though the mills of the gods grind
slowly, they pulverize middling fine, and it
did not take a man of average intelligence
| long to discover yesterday in the Court of
| Oyer and Terminer that it was no place to
indulge in humor. No man can deal lightly
with those who buy and sell the integrity of
| men or the virtue of women.
While no element of pity can enter into
the verdict in the case of the People against
IlJacob Sharp, the sorrowful picture of an
| aged man sitting in the sultry air of great
|, trial and gradually feeling the solid earth
| give way under his feet, is not one that could
move his bitterest enemy to smile. With
the look of a man who II stunned by heavy
blow, with staring eyes and his mouth ajar,
Jacob Sharp waved his green fan and felt
the grim shadow of fate settle down about
him like man in dream
At time in life when good men gather
their grandchildren about their knees and
love to think of their struggles and victories
in the past, Jacob Sharp looks on each sue
ceeding day that breaks upon him through
the barred windows of Ludlow street Jail
with new alarm. The past can give him no
pleasure and the future is filled with uncer-
tainty.
If the picture he presents to the young
men of New York be not of value to them,
the law is useless and justice a joke.
One by one his associates are needing the
warning and preparing to "stand from
undern before the blow falls. Day after
day the squealer cometh forth for to squeal,
and every evening the darkness comes a
little earlier and a little deeper over the
aged defendant.
It is not alone the city of New York or
the State of New York that is watching the
result of this mighty trial, but every man
in America who pays his money for good
government and loves to believe that justice
Is not dead follows anxiously every detail of
this great conflict between the people and a
most wicked and powerful combine"
We are apt to speak lightly of the meth
DDS by which Inscriptions men obtain
great sums of money through a traffic in
official integrity, but let those who think it
a pleasing relaxation to be in Canada or in
suspense look carefully at the painting, pers-
hiring defendant to-day and ask themselves
whether they would like to go there and
take his place in order to own a string of
yellow cars that nobody can &c taboard Of
without breaking his neck.
I admit that / am ambitious myself. l
have often thought that would like to own
a trainmade up of sleeping cars and dining
cars, so that when get tired OF the mental
strain and brain-fag incident to being
sleeping car conductor, 4 could revel IN the
nleasurAble excitement of being adining car
Conductor, with the lives of hundreds of peo-
Die in my hands. But still, all this is not
necessary to my existence. do not crave
cars or a horse railroad if l have got to
swap mems souls for them. would rather
walk.
Cars are all right in their places, and
like TO go in one now and then, in order to
give my seat to young woman who is
going over to Twenty-third street to buy
half a yard of ribbon that will match her
dog. Hike. to. go into these cars sometimes
tolsee how the air used to smell in the cata-
combs on close, muggy day; but l would
rather.go without cars for years than to sit
in the hot and anxious chair that is now
held down by the defendant IN the great
trial of the People VS.. Jacob Sharp.
BILL NYE.